Now this is Proper psycadelic rock! (In my opinion, of course.) Great musicianship, hitting that spot just right, and a great production too. Thank you, I feel your way. ❤
Vertraging en chooseyoure reality er is er maar een toch plaat? Weet heel goed dat het niet makkelijk word maar er is een verhaal dat zich daar inn Singapore moet afspelen maar of ik er ooit kom is de vraag en dat zorgt bij mij voor slapeloze nachten !
I was having wild delusions, reliving some of the most exciting times of my life, in the most vivid fashion. In my mind, I was on jump run, ready to skydive out of a DC3 three miles above the earth . . . going to be the last man out, my favorite position. It was the maximal flying of my body. Bursting into brilliant sunshine outside the airplane door, I immediately assumed a head dive with my arms tucked behind me (in my mind), feeling the familiar buffeting as I fell beneath the prop blast, watching from upside down as the belly of the enormous silvery plane started to shoot skyward, its huge propellers whirling in slow motion, earth and clouds below mirrored on its underbelly. I was musing over the odd sight of flaps and wheels down (as if landing) while still miles above the ground (all to slow down and minimize wind shock to the exiting jumpers). I tucked my arms in extra tight in a head-down dive to accelerate briskly to over 220 miles per hour, nothing more than my speckled blue helmet and shoulders against thin upper air to resist the tug of the huge planet below, moving more than the length of a football field every second, the wind roaring by furiously at thrice hurricane speed, louder than anything-ever. Passing between the tops of two enormous puffy white clouds, I rocketed into the clear chasm between them, green earth and sparkling deep blue sea far below, in my wild, thrilling rush down to join my friends, just barely visible, in the colorful snowflake formation, growing larger every second as other jumpers joined in, far, far below . . . I was flipping back and forth between being present there in the ICU and being out of my mind in the adrenaline-soaked delusions of a gorgeous skydive. I was between nutty-and getting it. For two days I blabbered about skydiving, airplanes, and the Internet to all who would listen. As my physical brain gradually recovered its bearings, I entered a strange and exhausting paranoid universe. In short, I was a little crazy.
Now this is Proper psycadelic rock! (In my opinion, of course.) Great musicianship, hitting that spot just right, and a great production too. Thank you, I feel your way. ❤
EXCELENTE LINDO SOM LINDA PLAYLIST MUSICS!!!!!!
Excellent album!
Tremendous Psychedelic Rock N Roll!
This was excellent. Good beat. 😎
And may I also add, the best I've heard for a looong time. Thanks again. ❤
Bravo ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Follows the tone of the code I've written perfectly. THanks!
This album is really good, thank you for giving me the opportunity to get to know it.
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Vertraging en chooseyoure reality er is er maar een toch plaat?
Weet heel goed dat het niet makkelijk word maar er is een verhaal dat zich daar inn Singapore moet afspelen maar of ik er ooit kom is de vraag en dat zorgt bij mij voor slapeloze nachten !
Very Nice I like it and also Like #vibratingtunes music
branching off from ozric in a very intriguing way
I was having wild delusions, reliving some of the most exciting times of my life, in the most vivid fashion.
In my mind, I was on jump run, ready to skydive out of a DC3 three miles above the earth . . . going to be the last man out, my favorite position. It was the maximal flying of my body.
Bursting into brilliant sunshine outside the airplane door, I immediately assumed a head dive with my arms tucked behind me (in my mind), feeling the familiar buffeting as I fell beneath the prop blast, watching from upside down as the belly of the enormous silvery plane started to shoot skyward, its huge propellers whirling in slow motion, earth and clouds below mirrored on its underbelly. I was musing over the odd sight of flaps and wheels down (as if landing) while still miles above the ground (all to slow down and minimize wind shock to the exiting jumpers).
I tucked my arms in extra tight in a head-down dive to accelerate briskly to over 220 miles per hour, nothing more than my speckled blue helmet and shoulders against thin upper air to resist the tug of the huge planet below, moving more than the length of a football field every second, the wind roaring by furiously at thrice hurricane speed, louder than anything-ever.
Passing between the tops of two enormous puffy white clouds, I rocketed into the clear chasm between them, green earth and sparkling deep blue sea far below, in my wild, thrilling rush down to join my friends, just barely visible, in the colorful snowflake formation, growing larger every second as other jumpers joined in, far, far below . . .
I was flipping back and forth between being present there in the ICU and being out of my mind in the adrenaline-soaked delusions of a gorgeous skydive.
I was between nutty-and getting it.
For two days I blabbered about skydiving, airplanes, and the Internet to all who would listen. As my physical brain gradually recovered its bearings, I entered a strange and exhausting paranoid universe.
In short, I was a little crazy.